Meanwhile, within Mingdu.
Dusk lay heavy, and the city's lights had just come on.
Bustling Mingdu remained filled with endless traffic and streams of people, the clamor of the streets rising and falling. No one knew that a bloody battle against six Titled Douluos had just ended on the outskirts.
Lu Ren and Ji Juechen had already slipped back into the city and returned safely to the large courtyard residence.
The courtyard was tranquil, shut off from the bustle and noise outside.
As soon as they returned, Nana hurried to summon someone to treat Ji Juechen.
He simply looked far too frightening.
There was almost no intact skin anywhere on his body. The bandages on his left arm were soaked through with blood, the scorched marks on his chest where Abomination Douluo's poisonous mist had corroded him were still seeping dark tissue fluid, and his right leg had a pronounced limp when he walked. He looked little different from someone on the verge of death.
If his eyes had not still been startlingly bright, Nana would almost have thought he was a corpse Lu Ren had carried back from the battlefield.
Nana asked in a trembling voice, "You won a great victory?"
"Yes. We killed pretty much all of them."
Lu Ren glanced at Ji Juechen, who was doing his best to maintain his cool-guy image beside him.
"This guy's badly hurt. He's about to pass out. Hurry up and get him treated."
"He took several punches from Abomination Douluo head-on. The fact that he could walk back here at all shows what a freakishly tough body he has."
"Hmph. I'm fine. Don't bother with me."
Ji Juechen still kept up his cool demeanor, leaning against the doorframe with both arms around his sword as though nothing had happened.
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